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bandz - trademark lyrics

[hook x2]
turn a bad b down, all for the bandz
trap line like a hoe whip bangs
whippin up like i’m whippin in the benze
plug drop dat food it’s peng
dem boy they way too neeky
and my rambo way too fleeky
that b-tch, that b-tch too cheeky
she got back and her back too fleeky

[verse 1]
turn a bad b down, all for the band
whip that work then serving out grams
we out taking risks just to double our bandz
you n-gg-s in a drought out selling out am
and my dressed code cold dat
see me on the block and i’m dressed in all black
and these roads too booky
used to pray in the church with the rambo on me
the man ain’t gang and the man don’t bang
the man just hate on man
now tell me how the man keep claiming they real
when they just switched up on their day one
but i only care ‘cause my lines still bang
and all of these bad b’s want man
bros could came with the big ting
i came to hush hush, keep it lowkey
pulled a big ting in my rucksack
make a young n-gg- heart start racing
just got call from dons
said plug came through with the flavours
and that b-tch there is bland
but she talkin’ like she wanna f-ck man
good girl won’t you f-ck with gang
in the trap let us count some bandz
kit kats keep calling
out on the strip i ain’t taking no bricks
in the kitchen i ain’t washing no plates
make the block hot now i gotta relocate

[pre-hook]
line trap line bling, trap line bang
bad b wanna f-ck with the gang
trap line bling, trap line bang
bad b wanna f-ck with the gang

[hook x3]
turn a bad b down, all for the bandz
trap line like a hoe whip bangs
whippin up like i’m whippin in the benze
plug drop dat food it’s peng
dem boy they way too neeky
and my rambo way too fleeky
that b-tch, that b-tch too cheeky
she got back and her back too fleeky

[verse 2]
they know that we certi
call up the plug we get ammi
feed up the cats they are hungry
them n-gg-s they actors, they b-mmy
i joog and i grind for this money
you n-gg-s get clat for this money
my n-gg-s ot for the money
my b-tch go down for a n-gg-
them man can’t tell me bout real
them man just stunt, they fake
so i never listen when they talk to me
cause you tryna flip all these packs out
late night whipping up in the cats house
you don’t know bout grinding till the suns out
no pushing and my creps all bust out
but i don’t care ‘cause my packs are p’d out
i’m wavy wavy wavy wavy
i see girl yeah she know my ting
she back it up then i do that thing
slim ting hit your whip no jim
young t if you’re talkin bout m block
ring-a-ding ding, won’t catch me in the same spot
like trapline bling, trapline bang, bad b wanna f-ck with the gang

[outro]
wavy, wavy, bad b no young n-gg- wavy
wavy, wavy, bad b no young n-gg- wavy
wavy, wavy, bad b wanna f-ck with me
bad b wanna f-ck with gang
bad b wanna f-ck with the team

- trademark lyrics

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